Hammers. I make bullets with a 5# brass one. Could maybe kill a pig with it...helluva thought, maybe better than gaffin' the bastids. Phouc, I gotta mull that over a little. Wow...what a pic that would make...golden hammer covered in blood 'n brains. Vahalla here I come!

Elmer, I was wrapped tighter'n a phoucin' golf ball back then. Have relaxed a little since. 5 years Army, 3 years corporate flyin', 24 years ATC and somewhere along the way treasure diving on the 1715 Spanish fleet crash on florida's east coast. Phoucin' sharks...punks in a gray suit...life's tough when you jack into a 400 amp circuit ya couldn't imagine a half second ago.


I am..........disturbed.

Concerning the difference between man and the jackass: some observers hold that there isn't any. But this wrongs the jackass. -Twain